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MIDWINTER.
Even in frozen winters in blizzards. There is an unquenchable flame of love. Will light come instead of tears we shed? Turn around, I am here. Now ignite this night funeral, I want to die in your hot arms. Hold me until I break. This body burns violently.
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BURIAL.
The cold rain pours down heartlessly with autumn winds. Love with sorrow does not sleep. I never want to say the last words of farewell to you, but before dawn, when the ringing sounds of bells in a stone temple, I might learn to walk alone in the misty road.
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FORBIDDEN.
Welcome to Transylvania. Please sit in that chair. How about a bottle of wine? Can you hear this forbidden nocturne? The howling of wolves under the moon, the rustling of black forests, the roar in darkness. The beautiful night symphony, do you not think?
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666.
Above the stone church pulpit. I read an ancient Greek parchment written in blood. I believe in death: My eyes turn to white. I believe in Ascension: Horrific wolves howls in moonlight. O night lord: A ghostly mad wind screams, evil shadows sways. I command you!
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ZODIAC.
Swords of the clock pointing to the north. The night is so beautifully mystical today too. You are shining even in the darkness of the sad night. We are always shining even in the darkness of the cold night as constellations of souls scattered in the galaxy.
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JUDAS TREE.
Where is Judas? David's Tomb on the eve of death by crucifixion on the cross, Jesus Christ said at Last Supper. Judas trees are in full bloom in spring. There is a suicide myth that Judas hanged himself from this tree, causing its pale flowers to turn red.
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DARK COMMUNION.
Black glass chalices, black robes, black candles, black goats, the communion in the pagan wilderness at midnight. We will gather lost classical antiquity and witchcraft. The pagan past fear is alive. So dark and evil, mystical ancient histories.
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ANIMA.
A horrifying black shadow sat on a throne of skeletons in the endless dark. A dim haze blurred my vision. Is it a demon, or is it my own madness? The shadow said in a low voice: Do you not perceive yet? You cannot kill me. Because I am your own spirit.
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SPELL.
At witching hour, an ancient ritual litany echoes from an altar in the dimly lit cobblestone ruins. Hecate wandering in darkness who longest for blood and brings terror to mortals. O Gorgon, Thousand moons, please take favorably our sacrificial offering.
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VENDETTA.
Bloody Mary read an extract from an Old Testament of the prophet Isaiah in the Catholic Church at night. Isaiah chapter 63: God's Day of Vengeance and Redemption. Section 4: For the day of vengeance was in My heart, And My year of redemption has come.
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DROWNED.
Everything here is the never-ending cold depth. Everything here is the never-ending dark. Death, drowned, void, prayers flung. Die by drowning with the blessed last kiss in the underwater. While staring at a wavering moon from the freezing underwater.
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NECROLOGY.
Who is god of death, who gave an evil poison of the underworld? By the pitch black river, when I awoke, I noticed that I died. Paranormal and nightmare. Nocturnal beasts howls, diabolic shadows sways. Over the black Acheron, and I will go to see you.
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DOOMSDAY.
Dying kings, pestilence, carnage, the Grim Reaper riding a horse, the sunset between two towers, the 13th tarot with no name. Doomsday, the old throne is gone. Do not be afraid of darkness. Death is salvation for rebirth. A new dark age has arrived.
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HELLFIRE.
Redemption of Jesus Christ falling into the abyss. I bite into your sinful skin for you. Hot to the point of being dangerous, intensely burning blood. The caress of death is a darkest rhapsody. Embraced by the hellfire, I closed my eyes in your arms.
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SACRAMENT.
Everything is ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Beyond death, the end of chaos, to the soul release. Pierce through the fog of time, the eternity opens. Only brilliantly colored memories remain in the darkness. The last sacrament when a black new moon.
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GHOST.
An infernal carriage carrying a coffin passes a bridge made of bones. Why are you not here anymore? If one day I'm able to see you. While I embrace the ephemeral dream, the world of light and darkness is keep repeatedly rotating the sun and the moon.